Quiet - Happy Accidents

Bodies cram into this hollow tubes that move straight through the ground,

Although at large we are the same, the time and place for talk aint now.

And say from A to Z, you keep your eyes glued to your legs.

Too close to be comfortable, creating distance in your head.

We’re all alike in that we’d like nothing more than to just stay quiet.

When you surface circumstances they don’t tend to change that much.

Swarms of bees stand between me and the place you’re going and where you are.

The public on this day is a faceless mass that may eat brains.

Charge straight

through them anyway to get to where you may get paid.

We’re all alike in that we’d like nothing more than to just stay quiet.

We’re all alike in that we’d like nothing more than to just stay quiet.

Until one day there is a crisis, out the corner of your eye you see what

appears to be a face you once knew, and would be pleased to see,

but years have passed and though you plead she’s now heading your way.

Pleasantries are exchanged and you try to laugh off your shame that things have

largely remained much the same.

Hours after you replay it in your head, but with you saying more interesting

things, never dreaming that through the meeting she was thinking much the same.

We’re all alike in that we’d like nothing more than to just stay quiet.

We’re all alike in that we’d like nothing more than to just stay quiet.

To just stay quiet.

To just stay quiet.

To just stay quiet.

To just stay quiet.

To just stay.